Insanity {H.styles}

Chapter 9

I stood there silently, not knowing what to do. "Sit." He commanded, "I figured you might be hungry."

Despite being in the same room as my capturer, my mood had momentarily lifted knowing that I would at least get food. I walked towards the only spare chair and sat down cautiously. As I sat down he stood up and got a glass of water from the kitchen and handed it to me.

"Drink it slowly," He said, sitting down. "Or else you'll get sick..."

"Sick?" I said. He continued to write on the papers laid out in front of him. "Yes. You haven't eaten in nearly five days." He spoke without looking up. Three days... I haven't eaten in three days, not five.

"Three." I said.

He looked up at me and sat back in the wooden chair. He shook his head, his green eyes staring deep into mine.

"I made a reckless mistake." He began. "Rohypnol and alcohol make a killer mix." He said, a grin forming on his lips.

I shuddered at his words. Rohypnol... the 'date rape drug' or 'club drug' as some call it. My heart was racing and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead.

"I thought you were dead." He softly said, his eyes were blank and he had no emotion on his face. He was now staring at his hands and absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip. I drank from my water, my mind was racing. It's been five days already. He thought I had died...I was unresponsive for nearly three days.

The boy kept tapping his foot, staring into space.

Boy. I keep referring to him as boy, not man, not as some guy. This was primarily because he was so young. He wasn't your typical forty year old kidnapper. He couldn't be a day older than twenty-one. Why would such a young boy want to do this to anyone, to any child, if he was no more than a child himself.

It wasn't until I placed my empty glass on the table that the boy took in a sharp breathe and looked at me in the eyes for the first time in a few minutes. He then got up and fetched something from the kitchen again. He came back shortly afterwards with plain toast.

"Slowly, remember." He reminded me. I nodded and took a bite. Plain toast has never tasted this good before, I could eat hundreds of these in a second right now. He is watching me eat, still chewing on his bottom lip. The same indecipherable expression is on his face. There is something wrong with this boy, I'm serious.

"Uh," I said. "W-why? Why did you t-take me?" I stuttered, the question that has been burning in my mind is finally out there. "Because if this has something to do with money then I can get it for you, I swear."

He furrowed his eyebrows, turning his head to the side. "It doesn't concern you." He spoke in a rough voice.

"Of course it does." I blurted out before I could stop myself. He gave me a lethal look and his breathing hitched. "Get upstairs. NOW!" he roared. I sat in shock, frightened at his sudden change in tone. He stood up, his body towering over mine. I felt so small and so weak.

"Now." He commanded, slightly calmer this time. His eyes were going so dark they could be mistaken for black. I got up slowly and walked towards the staircase. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way upstairs. I closed the door and sat on the mattress. I curled up in a ball and began to cry.

It's over. I lose.

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~Porticus